Chapter 73: The Intrigues of the Ancient Court

Chapter 73

Snow fell softly, blanketing the Fentian Hall in a thick layer of frost and snow. The wind howled like a crane's cry, causing the palace lanterns on the corridors to sway unsteadily. One lamp went out, and a trembling young eunuch climbed a ladder to relight it with a fire stick. The blinding light suddenly flashed into his eyes, causing him to squint. Unable to resist, he lifted his gaze to the sky.

The sky was dark and heavy, with black clouds pressing down like stones upon one's heart. Never before had he wished for dawn to arrive sooner than he did that day.

Within less than an hour after the emperor's decree, all the princes and officials of the fourth rank and above gathered at the Fentian Hall.

Whipping winds and swirling snow blinded the eyes of those assembled in the main hall. The officials wore varied expressions, some silent, others panicked, and still others scanning their surroundings, trying to discern the prevailing mood.

Soon, the emperor emerged, dressed in a brilliant yellow dragon robe, supported by Liu Xiwen and others. His face was pale, and his steps unsteady. After some effort, he settled onto the Dragon Throne, and all bowed deeply in obeisance.

With weary eyes, the emperor glanced around indifferently.

On his left stood the princes, led by Pei Xun, while on his right stood the officials. However, no longer at the head was the Wen Duke but the Prince Qin, who refused to stand behind Pei Xun.

Xun Yunhe and Liu Xiwen stood on either side of the emperor, both gazing straight ahead with composed expressions.

All the princes were present except for the Xihuang, and the Wen Duke, the leader of the military, was also absent. The emperor frowned. "Is anyone else still missing?"

Cabinet Deputy Shi Zhuo eagerly listed the facts,

"Your Majesty, Prince Xi has coerced Prime Minister Xun Yunhe into issuing a false imperial edict to seize power in the Southern Army Camp. His intention is to force Your Majesty to abdicate. Upon realizing his scheme, I requested the Twelfth Prince to write a personal letter, instructing Duke Wen to intervene."

The emperor glanced at Xun Yunhe, who remained unperturbed. He didn't believe Shi Zhuo's words; if Xun Yunhe had truly planned a rebellion, the emperor wouldn't have woken up just now. With Xun Yunhe's tactics and cooperation with Liu Xiwen, they could have jointly issued an imperial edict to crown Prince Xi without a problem.

However, the prince's visit to the Southern Army Camp to consolidate military power genuinely displeased the emperor.

Promptly, another person hurriedly stepped forward,

"Father, Fourth Brother went to the Southern Army Camp to gather troops under your son's command."

As soon as Prince Qin finished speaking, all eyes were on him.

Xun Yunhe gave him a deep look. After the emperor awoke, the most challenging issue to explain was the matter of military authority. Even if their joint order followed proper procedures, it inevitably aroused the emperor's suspicion. Thus, when Xun Yunhe summoned the princes earlier, he secretly signaled to Prince Qin, asking him to take responsibility for the situation.

Was Prince Qin really a fool, willing to take the blame for Prince Xi?

No, by stepping forward at this moment, he was actually claiming credit and stealing Prince Xi's glory.

He immediately explained further,

"Your Majesty, while you were unconscious for a day, chaos erupted in the court. News of the Empress harming Princess Mingyue has spread throughout the official district. My twelfth brother was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, making frequent moves. My men sensed that he rushed to Duke Wen's residence in the middle of the night, fearing that he might incite Duke Wen to take desperate actions. In a hurry, I reported this matter to Eunuch Liu, the head of the Office of Ceremonial, and Prime Minister Xun, following my suggestion. They signed the military orders, requesting my fourth brother to take control of the Southern Camp to prevent any disturbances."

This was the perfect opportunity to deal with Pei Xun. How could Prince Qin let it slip?

Upon hearing this, the emperor's face darkened. "Did Wen Yinchang and Prince Xi fight in the southern suburbs?"

Pei Xun quickly spoke up, "Your Majesty, Prince Xi acted disrespectfully towards you and, feeling discontent with your treatment, attempted to rebel while you were unconscious. Duke Wen was ordered to suppress the rebellion!"

The officials loyal to Prince Xi promptly countered, "Is that so? There was an urgent dispatch from outside the city just now. Wen Yinchang mobilized the border troops without authorization. The Yulin Army has broken through the Xuanfu Army's defense line and is heading for the Southern Camp. How can the twelfth prince still claim that Wen Yinchang isn't rebelling?"

Pei Xun turned his head, brushing his sleeves with a cold sneer. "That's because Prince Xi deployed the Western State Army, forcing Duke Wen to send the Yulin Army as reinforcements."

Prince Xi had deployed the Western State Army?

The emperor's expression turned utterly cold.

So, Prince Xi had indeed been plotting for a long time?

Considering that Xi Zhou is thousands of miles away from the capital, it's likely that His Majesty was still sleeping in the Fengtian Hall when the Xi Zhou army set off.

How could Xun Yunhe stand by and watch the emperor suspect Prince Xi? He promptly took out an imperial edict from his sleeve and presented it to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, there is a reason for Prince Xi's request to mobilize troops. This summer, the section of the Yellow River between Pingyang and Taiyuan experienced flooding due to sediment accumulation, causing the water level to rise above the surrounding farmland. Taking advantage of the dry winter, the Ministry of Works applied to the Ministry of War for extra military forces to dredge the river. The Xi Zhou garrison was among those enlisted. Here is the order for troop deployment."

With Xun Yunhe at the helm, all the necessary procedures for troop mobilization had been carefully prepared. At least, the emperor wouldn't find any apparent irregularities on the surface.

Taiyuan Prefecture isn't far from the capital. It makes sense that after detecting unusual movements in the Yulin border troops, Prince Xi promptly transferred the Xi Zhou army.

The emperor remained surprisingly calm. In this critical moment, it no longer mattered who was truly rebellious or not. The top priority was to quell the dispute and regain control as the emperor, rather than being put in a passive position while waiting for the outcome of the southern army's battle.

He swiftly issued an edict:

"Where is General Yang Yun, commander of the Golden Crow Guards?"

"I am here!" Yang Bin bowed to the emperor in a military salute.

The emperor instructed, "Lead twenty thousand imperial guards to the southern camp and bring both Prince Xi and Wen Yinchang back to me!"

"Obey the imperial edict!"

Yang Yun swiftly retreated from the Fengtian Palace, hastening towards the Jinguwei Garrison to muster his troops.

Pei Xun gazed at his retreating figure, his mind racing. Once Yang Yun returned with the prince, the situation would undoubtedly be irreversibly dire. The obvious presence of the Western Province army had already aroused the emperor's suspicions. This was the perfect opportunity for him to turn the tide of the conflict in his favor.

He promptly bowed to the Emperor, expressing his respect.

"Empress, where is my mother?"

Only then did the Emperor recall Chen Li's mission to fetch someone from the Kunning Palace. Just as he was about to lift his gaze, the palace gates were vigorously pushed open by two young eunuchs. Two maidens supported the frail Empress as she stepped into the hall. Dressed in a regal Nine-Dragon Four-Feng headdress and a deep blue robe adorned with red collars woven with golden dragon patterns, she moved gracefully forward.

Her face was as pale and slender as snow, her expression demure as she lowered her gaze. With composure, she approached the emperor and knelt in obeisance.

"Your servant pays respect to the Emperor, long live Your Majesty, long may you reign."

The Emperor gazed upon her, his expression layered with complexity. "The Grand Secretary of Justice, Liu Yue, has accused you of plotting against Princess Mingyue. Does the Empress have any account to give on this matter?"

Queen Cheng scoffed softly, her gaze steady ahead, "Where there's a will to accuse, one can always find a reason. It's villainous intent to defame this concubine in order to target Xun-er. Your Majesty is a wise ruler and can surely distinguish right from wrong."

The emperor's expression was inscrutable, neither revealing joy nor anger. He slowly nodded and pointed to the side. "Empress, please take your seat first."

Then, turning to Liu Yue, he said, "Minister Liu, you may conduct the public trial."

But at that moment, Liu Yue stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the emperor, saying,

"Your Majesty, this subject does not need to preside over the trial. I only request that Your Majesty summon one person into the hall. Let him reveal the entire story in its entirety to you."

The emperor's brows furrowed slightly, his face filled with suspicion. "Who?"

Liu Yue glanced at the little eunuch by the door. The doors of the Heavenly Mandate Hall were pushed open once again, and three figures stood outside the grand entrance.

On either side of Old Master Zhang, Xu Yunqi and Xing Yin entered the hall, supporting him as he slowly crossed the threshold.

Old Master Zhang labored forward, step by step. His gaze couldn't help but roam around the hall. Was this the grandest and most magnificent palace in Great Jin? Was this the renowned Golden Hall?

For thirty years, he had fled with this secret, believing it impossible that he would ever come here, to clear his own name and his master's, to seek justice for the deceased.

Xun Yunhe, standing beside the emperor, immediately noticed Old Master Zhang. It was hard to reconcile the towering figure of the once-rebellious man he remembered with the bent old man before him. What had he gone through all these years? Despite this, Xun Yunhe's face remained dark, his eyes filled with a mix of hatred and astonishment, unable to find peace.

The Emperor did not see Lord Zhang first but Xu Yunqi. Suspicion deepened in his eyes.

"Xu Yunqi, why are you here?" he asked.

Xu Yunqi supported her grandfather as they knelt. With both hands raised to her brow, she replied respectfully,

"Your Majesty, the witness that Sir Liu mentioned is my maternal grandfather. His surname is Zhang, and his given name is Hui. Yunqi learned all of my medical skills from him. In truth, he was the registered disciple of the late Elder Doctor Liuyu."

The Emperor was startled. He then shifted his gaze to Lord Zhang. "You're Liuyu's disciple? I've met a few of his disciples before, but I've never seen you!"

Lord Zhang struggled to execute a grand salute. He spoke with difficulty, "This commoner's original surname is Zhang, and my given name is Yi. I'm from Xizhou. Orphaned at a young age, I found work at the Liuyu family's pharmacy... Later, I followed the Liuyu family to the capital to do business. My character is quite stubborn, and I don't easily yield to others. Doctor Liuyu was afraid I'd cause trouble in the palace, so he never brought me in. Instead, he placed me as an apprentice in the Liuyu Medical Hall..."

"I had some natural talent. Not only was I familiar with the medicinal trade between the south and north, but I also had some understanding of acupuncture techniques... Elder Doctor Liuyu saw potential in me and privately treated me as the successor to the Thirteen Needles technique, teaching me with great care," said the elderly man, whose body was frail. He coughed after every few sentences, struggling to continue.

"One year, there was an issue at the Liuyu pharmacy in Xizhou, and I was entrusted by the elder doctor to handle it. When the elder doctor returned home for ancestral worship, he arranged a marriage for me. That's how I settled down in Xizhou."

Reaching this point, he opened up and spoke more fluidly. "On the second day of the second month in the fourteenth year of Zhenyuan, during the early spring thirty-one years ago, when the dragon rises – I delivered a batch of medicine to the capital. Just as I unloaded the cargo, I saw a Liuyu family manager rush to the pharmacy in tears, wailing that Elder Doctor had suddenly passed away from a heart ailment in the palace..."

Lord Zhang's eyes turned deep like vortexes, and a sharp glint shot towards the Empress. Clenching his teeth, he said, "I knew my grandfather's health condition well. I had never heard of him having a heart problem. How could he have suddenly passed away? So, without hesitation, I abandoned the cart and rushed to the Liuyu residence."

He would never forget that day - an early spring evening with a chill in the air, when the festive atmosphere of New Capital City lingered on. The streets were bustling with people and the sounds of drums and gongs filled the air. The crowd was so thick that he dismounted his horse to walk, navigating through alley after alley until he reached the back entrance of the Liu residence.

A deafening wailing echoed from the front courtyard. He hurried along the quiet corridor towards the main courtyard. Just as he poked his head out from the passage behind the main hall, he saw the courtyard packed with guards and physicians. Dr. Liu was being carried in by two guards, his lifeless body placed in the main hall. Lady Liu, accompanied by her two sons, fell upon him in heart-wrenching sobs. Under the lantern light, he examined the old physician's body.

Dr. Liu had a bloody gash on his forehead, a deep crimson scab covering one side of his cheek. His brows were knitted tightly together, his face pale and bluish. At first glance, it seemed like a case of cardiac arrest or paralysis.

Dr. Fan had returned Dr. Liu's body to the residence, still reeling from the shock of his sudden death. "This afternoon, Princess Mingyue fell ill with a heart condition. I went with Brother Liu to attend to her. I lagged a few steps behind him. He carried his medical kit and walked briskly ahead. It seems he must have been going too fast and was knocked over by a young eunuch playing in the imperial garden. Brother Liu hit his forehead against a Taihu stone... Blood flowed profusely."

Clearly, he was careful not to mention Prince Xi by name, protecting him from blame.

Speaking with trembling shoulders and lowered eyes, Dr. Fan continued, "Unfortunately, this collision triggered a heart attack, and he passed away. By the time I arrived, he had already stopped breathing..."

Dr. Fan dropped to his knees before Dr. Liu, weeping uncontrollably. "Not only did Brother Liu pass away, but Princess Mingyue couldn't be saved either. The emperor is furious..."

Upon hearing this, the emperor's eyes narrowed gradually, his face turning ashen. The scene of losing his daughter years ago vividly resurfaced in his mind. That tiny child curled up in his arms, oblivious to her own perilous situation, even managing a smile to comfort him.

"Daddy, don't cry, Daddy, I'll be watching over you from above…"

She closed her eyes with a smile in his embrace.

At that, he almost drew his sword to strike at Prince Xi.

The emperor asked in a wooden tone, "And then? What did you discover?"

A cold glint flashed in Elder Zhang's eyes. "I found out that Master's position of death was peculiar. One of his fingers was pressed against his abdomen, as if hinting at something."

"I have a short temper and never easily trust others. That man surnamed Fan spoke vaguely, revealing strangeness everywhere. With suspicion in my heart, I planned to examine the body myself when Madam prepared to lay Master to rest. But something even more bizarre happened. Doctor Fan, out of mourning, decided to personally conduct the funeral rites. Not only that, he hinted to Madam that the matter involved Princess Mingyue. If the Liu family didn't wish to be implicated, they should leave the capital as soon as possible. Thus, the Liu family dared not even hold a funeral and hurriedly moved Master's coffin to the Buddhist temple outside the city..."

"Master has done so much for me; I couldn't let him die without a clear cause. One night, I secretly went to the Buddhist temple outside the city and quietly opened Master's coffin. I cut open his abdomen..."

Upon mentioning this, the elder seemed to be immersed in icy water, terrified to his core.

The emperor's gaze sharpened. "What did you find?"

Elder Zhang gritted his teeth, and the wrinkles around his eyes trembled slightly. His gaze turned to Lord Fan, who stood on one side.

"I've discovered that Master didn't die of a sudden heart attack at all. He was actually poisoned with a substance called 'Thousand Devices,' an odorless and tasteless venom. Its symptoms—shortness of breath, chest pain, and convulsions—are identical to those of a sudden death. If I'm not mistaken, the one who administered the poison was none other than Doctor Fan's own father, the former Head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, Fan Qingshan!"

Fan Ruji's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, "You're lying! You're slandering him!" Fear and shock flickered in his eyes as he shouted desperately, "My father and Doctor Liu were the closest of friends. How could he possibly harm him?"

The elder gave a cold laugh, casting a glance at the Empress sitting in front of Fan Ruji, "Your father might not have had the motive to harm my master, but what if he was coerced by the mastermind behind it all?"

Fan Ruji's throat constricted.

The Emperor followed the elder's gaze, his expression darkening as he looked at the Empress, "You're suggesting that the mastermind is the Empress?"

The elder's gaze turned grave, "Indeed. Because both Doctor Fan and Doctor Liu stumbled upon a secret that the Empress couldn't afford to reveal. At this point, Doctor Fan was more cunning, realizing that the Empress wouldn't spare him. So, he took the initiative to eliminate Doctor Liu, preserving his own life."

Fan Ruji refused to accept this truth, shaking his head in disbelief, "No, no, it can't be like this..."

The elder ruthlessly shattered the last vestiges of his fantasy, "If it weren't so, why did your father take his own life a year later? Why are my master's disciples either dead or sick, vanished without a trace? You know very well the state of the Liu family back then. It was commonly believed that the Emperor had a grudge against them, but in reality, the mastermind feared the secret involving the Lius would be exposed. They employed various means to eliminate those involved. To escape, I pretended to be dead, fleeing the capital and becoming an outlaw. Half a year later, I retrieved my daughter, who had been living in the countryside, and we left the capital together, seeking refuge in Jingzhou."

Fan Ruji was overwhelmed by the sorrowful truth and wept uncontrollably, collapsing to the ground.

The emperor's anger shook his chest. "What did you say? Fan Qingshan committed suicide? Who, with her," he pointed at the queen, as cold and immovable as a mountain, "had the audacity to manipulate the heavens and cause the death of my trusted minister?"

The emperor didn't believe the queen had such power back then.

Pei Xun found the story preposterous. He turned to Elder Zhang and exclaimed,

"What nonsense are you spouting? What proof do you have that implicates my mother in this? What motive would my mother have to harm Princess Mingyue?"

"Evidence? Motive? Hahaha..." Elder Zhang suddenly narrowed his eyes, his laughter carrying an eerie undertone.

Just then, an unexpected turn of events unfolded.

A maid by the queen's side swiftly plucked a jade hairpin from her hair and lunged at the elder. Her face twisted with malice as she declared fiercely,

"It's you, you despicable stranger, accusing our lady!'

The sudden turn of events captured everyone's attention, providing Pei Xun with the opportunity he had been waiting for.

The imperial guards who had once shielded the emperor now lunged forward, creating an unprotected gap between him and the ruler.

One falls where they stumbled, but they rise from the same spot.

After being outwitted by Xu Yunqi earlier today, he was now emulating her tactic, using a servant girl to divert attention. With a swift movement, an arm-cannon arrow emerged from his voluminous sleeves, aimed directly at the emperor.

As long as the emperor perished, Wen Duke held the military power, and Cabinet members Shi Zhuo and Zheng Yucheng were on his side. Today's outcome would still be in his favor.

He, Pei Xun, was renowned as the greatest archer of Great Jin, never missing a shot.

Today should be no different, shouldn't it?

At least in terms of archery, he had never failed.

Yet, fate was not on his side. A piercing whistling sound echoed from behind him. An army-grade arrow sliced through the air with immense force, intercepting his own arrow and knocking it aside. Simultaneously, General Zuo Xiaolin, the commander of the imperial guards, deftly raised his spear to protect the emperor, while both arrows pierced into the side of the Dragon Throne.

Over at Zhang's side, Xu Yunqi and Xingyue reacted swiftly. Xingyue pulled the elderly gentleman back with great strength, while Xu Yunqi, in a more assertive move, instinctively kicked the servant girl in the jaw. The girl let out a pained cry and fell backward, promptly captured by the advancing imperial guards.

Everything unfolded in a flash. All officials present hurried to retreat to the sides, drenched in cold sweat.

This is the Hall of Supreme Harmony, where the Imperial Guards carry lances and swords, not bows and arrows unless absolutely necessary. Who dared to draw a bow to save the emperor?

All eyes followed the trajectory of the arrow, only to see a figure ascending the steps with majestic strides. He wore vivid crimson robes of a prince, his face illuminated by the lanterns. In his hand was a golden bow, and his handsome countenance was calm and composed. His deep eyes were serene, devoid of any overt emotion, yet he exuded an irresistible aura of power.

It was Pei Muheng, returning victorious.

Who would dare to draw a bow in the Hall of Supreme Harmony?

The future ruler of Great Jin.

At this moment, what everyone saw was no longer the gentle and well-mannered Third Young Master of the Xi Palace, but a future lord with an air of dominance that swallowed mountains and rivers. With this extremely domineering and fluid arrow, he informed all the court officials that the situation in the Southern Army camp had been settled, and the power over the world had already belonged to the Xi Palace.

Pei Muheng arrived before the imperial hall, his gaze unwavering as he prostrated himself respectfully before the emperor.

"Your servant, having answered the call to quell the rebellion, has returned with the traitor Wen Yinchang apprehended!"

Whether one has been summoned or not is irrelevant; the victor rules the roost.

As Pei Muheng spoke, he lifted his gaze to meet Pei Xun's eyes in mid-air.

This glance held far too much emotion.

Had he lost after all?

Pei Xun's tall figure swayed slightly. The serene moonlight in his eyes had vanished, replaced only by the bitter frustration and struggle of a missed opportunity. His gaze drifted to Pei Muheng, then beyond him to the vast sea of vermilion pillars.

An endless chill swept at his feet, as if he stood atop the summit of Heaven's Mandate, or was suspended high with unsteady steps and no support.

Two Yu Lin guards stepped forward, each gripping his wrist, forcing him to fall prostrate on the ground. Pei Xun refused to lower his noble head, staring blankly ahead.

Was it over just like that?

He was not willing to accept defeat.

A line of figures soon appeared one after another from the steps below. Leading the way were Prince Xi, Hang Zhendong, and Yang Yun. Behind them, two Jin Wu guards supported an individual as they ascended. When Pei Xun recognized the man's face, all traces of hope vanished from his expression, and his eyes lost their luster, as if shrouded in dust.

The man was dressed in the attire of a first-rank general, his graying beard gently moving. There was no sign of a defeated man's humiliation; his gaze remained calm and unwavering.

Prince Xi and the other two promptly entered the hall to pay their respects to the emperor with a grand kneeling ceremony.

Hang Zhendong briefly recounted the events at the Southern Army Camp to the emperor. The emperor's gaze pierced through the throngs of people and met Wen Duke outside the hall. His anger erupted as he exclaimed,

"Wen Yinchang, I have treated you well. Why did you conspire against me, plotting to overthrow my kingdom and harm its people?"

In response, Wen Duke let out a melancholic cry, "Hahaha!"

With his hands bound behind his back and his legs shackled, Wen Duke still held his head high. Even through his sharp eyes, one could glimpse the glory of the once-great military leader. He didn't look at the emperor but directed his gaze at someone inside the hall.

That person was looking back at him. She couldn't even remember how many years it had been since they last saw each other. His appearance seemed to have changed, with more white hairs at the temples. Yet, her heart still echoed with his vibrant laughter from their youthful days.

After Wen Duke's laughter faded, a moment of eerie silence fell upon the hall until Old Master Zhang's aged voice broke it.

"I am here to clarify for His Majesty."

"On the second day of the second lunar month, more than thirty years ago, Her Majesty the Empress was unwell. Whenever her monthly cycle approached, she would feel dizzy and uncomfortable. On that day, she summoned the imperial physicians as usual. It was standard procedure in the Imperial Medical Institute that whenever a master summoned them, two imperial physicians must attend together, taking turns to diagnose, discuss treatment plans, and take turns to supervise the preparation of the medicine, to prevent any malicious acts."

"And on that particular day, the two most renowned senior imperial physicians, Director Fan and Doctor Liu, accompanied each other."

According to protocol, two royal physicians took turns to diagnose the Empress's pulse. After the examination, Doctor Liu's expression changed significantly.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor's heart sank heavily. Within the palace hall, over a hundred pairs of eyes burned with intense scrutiny upon the elderly man, who in turn gazed at the Empress with an enigmatic, somber expression. At that very moment, the Empress had flung herself before Prince Twelve, Pei Xun, embracing their son tightly. Her eyes, devoid of any spark, remained eerily still and without the slightest hint of emotion.

Just now, Pei Muqing's arrow had effectively dispersed the ministers to either side, leaving the central area of the grand hall empty, with only mother and son remaining in its heart.

"Because Doctor Liu detected a joyful pulse," Mr. Zhang's voice turned grave.

The emperor instantly felt a blackout.

Liu Xiwen, witnessing the scene, disregarded his shock and hurriedly patted the emperor's back to help him regain his breath. Fearing for the elderly man's well-being, Xu Yunqi promptly stepped forward and pricked the emperor's wrists with fine silver needles to stabilize his surging energy.

After regaining his composure, the emperor's gaze darkened as he demanded, "Continue! Speak!"

Old Master Zhang's voice had turned hoarse from speaking. He cleared his throat forcefully and continued,

"Whether the emperor has visited his consorts or not is unknown to others, but the Chief and Vice-Chief of the Imperial Medical Bureau are aware. Now it's clear that there was something amiss with the queen's pregnancy. Doctor Liu recorded the medical case at the beginning of the ninth hour of the day, while she passed away in the middle of the eleventh hour. There was a full two hours and more between these events. What truly transpired during that time, only the two doctors and Her Majesty the Queen herself could know."

Upon hearing this, Pei Xun had an ominous premonition. His face turned cold as he fixated his stare on Old Master Zhang, asking sharply, "What are you implying?"

The Emperor immediately realized something and sternly ordered Liu Xiwen, "Go, fetch the records from the Imperial Medical Institute!"

Xun Yunhe had anticipated this and, under the emperor's authority, had ordered the retrieval of medical records from the Imperial Archival Pavilion pertaining to all individuals involved in that fateful day. Since Doctor Liu had passed away, there was only one medical report concerning the Empress, penned by Doctor Fan. It briefly stated that the Empress was experiencing discomfort during her monthly cycle. At this moment, Liu Xiwen suddenly recalled something that piqued his curiosity.

On the second day of the second lunar month, Princess Bright Moon tragically passed away, leaving the emperor overwhelmed with grief. He had no desire to share his bed with any concubine. Surprisingly, on the eighth of the same month, the usually reserved Empress invited the emperor to have dinner in the Kunning Palace. It was mysterious what she might have added to the wine, for after finishing it, the emperor embraced the empress and they retreated behind the screen together.

This was an overstep, and afterwards, the emperor felt deeply remorseful towards his daughter, leading him to observe a month of vegetarianism as penance.

And then, on the twenty-fifth day of the second month, Imperial Physician Fan diagnosed the Empress to be with child.

On the fourth day of the tenth month of the same year, Prince Pei Xun, the twelfth in line, was born amidst a significant mishap. The Empress was startled by a rabbit in the garden early that morning, which induced her labor prematurely. She gave birth to Prince Pei Xun that very day, and unfortunately, she suffered heavy bleeding, narrowly escaping with her life.

From the medical records, everything seemed plausible and without any inconsistencies.

Pei Xun clearly perceived the veiled implications in Elder Zhang's words and confronted him aggressively,

"Elder Zhang, you are an in-law of the Xi Palace and would go to great lengths to ensure Prince Xi's succession. There are no loopholes in these records. Without any evidence, you dare to slander Your Majesty and my mother, the Empress. I shall not spare you for such slander!"

Tampering with the royal lineage is a grave matter, one that not even the Emperor could easily tolerate.

"Proof! Where is your evidence?"

"What grounds do you have to doubt that the Twelfth Prince is not His Majesty's own flesh and blood?"

The officials chorused their objections, though not out of loyalty to the Twelfth Prince, but rather to protect the dignity of the Great Jin Emperor.

Venerable Elder Zhang let out a slow chuckle, his aged gaze gradually sharpening as it landed on Xu Yunqi.

"Yunqi, come here."

Xu Yunqi had been standing by the emperor's side. At these words, a hint of confusion flickered in her eyes before she slowly approached the elder.

The elder extended his hand to her kindly. "Child, show me the golden pendant I gave you before I left."

Xu Yunqi was taken aback for a moment before promptly retrieving an object from around her neck and unfastening the clasp to hand it over to the elder.

This was an exquisitely carved hollow golden pendant, the size of a pigeon's egg, its craftsmanship meticulous and intricately elaborate. The elderly gentleman held it gently in the palm of his hand, examining it closely against the light. Ascertaining that the object remained within, he then deftly manipulated a hidden mechanism at its base with the tip of his finger. The pendant obediently sprang open, releasing a single item that descended into his hand: a yellowed sheet of xuan paper. With utmost care and reverence, the old man unfurled it and presented it to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, when I performed an autopsy on my master years ago to search for poison, I found this object in his abdomen. If I'm not mistaken, Master discovered irregularities in the Empress's pregnancy and, fearing retribution, concealed the true medical records within himself, to be revealed on the day the truth would come to light. This document details the Empress's condition at specific times, her symptoms, and the diagnosis, all clearly outlined."

The entire grand hall trembled with the impact.

Xu Yunqi stared at the crumpled piece of xuan paper with astonishment, his expression turning extremely peculiar.

Thus, the truth that the Prince Xi's Palace had been desperately seeking was with her all along.

She couldn't resist casting a glance at Pei Muheng, who stood by the palace gate. Their eyes met, and both felt a profound sense of melancholy.

This golden pendant was no stranger to Pei Muheng; he had even personally retrieved it for her...

Liu Xiwen was momentarily stunned but swiftly rushed over to take the item from the elder's hand and present it to the emperor. He then compared it with the old medical records from the Imperial Medical Institute and called upon Fan Ruji to assist in authenticating it.

Imperial-grade rice paper, bearing the seal of the Imperial Medical Institute, was presented. Upon scrutiny, it was confirmed to be the handwriting of Doctor Liu himself, though the document showed signs of wear and tear. The ink had faded, making the words difficult to discern, and the color had turned slightly yellowish with age. Nevertheless, the words "slippery pulse" stood out prominently. Thus, it was clear that on the second day of the second lunar month, the Empress was not suffering from a menstrual issue as diagnosed by Doctor Fan, but was indeed pregnant.

Prior to this, Liu Yue had summoned the capital's most renowned forensic expert along with two prominent imperial physicians to perform an autopsy on the coffin. From the fragmented bones, they uncovered some telling clues that corroborated what the old master had shared.

In light of today's revelation involving the Empress and Duke Wen, there was nothing left to be puzzled about.

The great hall was eerily silent.

Pei Xun seemed struck by lightning, his expression shifting from shock to disbelief. Gradually, the color drained from his face as beads of sweat trickled down his fur, pooling in his palms before slipping slowly between his fingers. The arrogance ingrained in his bones crumbled in an instant.

It was no longer a mystery who this person was. No wonder he had always been unusually gentle and patient. No wonder he had charged forward without hesitation when Pei Xun announced his intention to seize the throne.

The more grateful and excited he had been then, the more disgusted he felt now.

The Empress closed her eyes, her face devoid of any embarrassment or panic that usually accompanied exposure. Instead, there was a sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

The Emperor's cheeks alternated between shades of blue and purple. He struggled for breath, enraged by this venomous woman who had abandoned her wifely duties, ruthlessly killed Mingyue, and framed Prince Xi. His anger was so intense that it seemed to have severed his connection with his soul, his face taking on a deathly pallor. Gradually, he lost control, his withered hands reaching out blindly towards the long table. Those familiar with his habits knew what he was about to do.

Duke Wen clearly sensed the danger and, disregarding the heavy shackles on his feet, lunged forward. Right at that moment, the Emperor hurled his inkstone at the Empress. Duke Wen shifted to shield her, and the inkstone struck solidly into his right shoulder. He grunted in pain but managed to look at the person in his arms.

The Empress felt a blur before her eyes as that still-vigorous figure pounced upon her. Half of her body was held captive by him. Through her blurred vision, she traced his chest upward until she could clearly see those deep, dark, and vast eyes.

Her heart raced involuntarily from the long-lost fluttering sensation. She couldn't recall how many times she had yearned to dream about him. Now, he was truly standing in front of her, even though they were both unrecognizable.

"Yinchang, is it you?" She couldn't see or care about anyone around them anymore.

Tears welled up in her eyes, carrying the joy of rediscovery. Slowly, she placed her hand on his cheek,

"You've grown so much... I almost didn't recognize you..." she said with a gentle smile.

Wherever her fingertips touched, there were grooves and scars, no longer the slightest trace of his former glory.

"You weren't supposed to be like this..." Her smile faded into pain, overwhelming her completely.

He should have been the brightest young man in the capital, the most outstanding young general on the border of Great Jin. That year, under the drizzle of peach blossoms, they met at the Changchun Garden. Her kite was stuck in a tree branch. A bright and handsome youth passed by, leaped up, and retrieved it for her. His eyebrows danced with audacity, and his lips curled into a bold smile. Upon seeing her, he teased,

"Which family's maiden are you?"

She dared not reveal her true identity easily, so she invented a false one to deceive him.

Wen Yinchang replied with a smile, "Since I helped you today, how do you plan to thank me?"

"I'll buy you a roasted goose to eat?" She loved roasted goose the most. Whenever she was reading, she would sneak out of school to buy one.

To her surprise, he took her offer seriously, and they arranged to meet again.

Gradually, they began to play and spend time together in the garden, with him accompanying her through the toughest days after her mother's passing.

During a palace banquet, their paths crossed once more, and he discovered her true identity. He glared at her and walked away, leaving her worried that he would never speak to her again. Sitting alone in Changchun Garden, weeping, she was surprised when he, peering from behind a tree branch, delivered her beloved roasted goose with a bamboo pole.

His dark, piercing gaze illuminated the depths of her heart, and in that instant, she fell for him.

She had once been a bold and passionate young woman who declared on the spot that she would only marry him.

Wen Yinchang, not lacking in responsibility, returned home the next day to inform his mother, asking Old Lady Wen to propose to the Su family. The matchmaker arrived, expressing the intention to the elder Su, who could hardly refuse, considering Wen Yinchang's prestigious background and exceptional talent. Verbally agreeing, a formal visit for betrothal was scheduled.

Ironically, just as this was happening, the emperor expressed his intention to arrange a marriage. One was to become the princess, while the other, the queen of the land. The distinction was clear, and with the emperor's authority, Minister Su dared not oppose. Carefully weighing his options, he had three daughters: the eldest was dignified but too introverted, not particularly striking in appearance; the third daughter was lively and charming but illiterate and ignorant. In terms of both character and elegance, the second daughter, Su Zhiruning, stood out.

Considering the welfare of the entire family, Minister Su promptly chose Su Zhiruning without even consulting her. He submitted her name to the imperial palace, and the following day, the imperial decree for marriage arrived. Upon hearing the news, Su Zhiruning fainted on the spot.

Disobeying an imperial edict was a capital offense, one that neither the Su nor the Wen family could afford. The elders from both clans quietly called off the marriage without a word. The empress, her heart as cold as ashes, entered the palace to fulfill her duty.

The matchmaker who knew of the secret was silenced, and no one else was aware of the canceled engagement except for their parents. As a result, Wen Yinchang was sent to the borderlands.

A year later, he returned on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival. The emperor held a grand banquet in the Lustrous Palace to celebrate Wen Yinchang's triumphant return. She sat emptily by the emperor's side, stealing a discreet glance at him across the sea of people. He had transformed, exuding an unsettling aura of rebelliousness, and the pain and desolation in his expression were impossible to conceal.

The empress felt a dull ache in her heart and left the feast early, retreating with her trusted attendants into the woods to grieve in silence. Meanwhile, Wen Yinchang, having consumed much alcohol, went out to catch some fresh air.

Fate played a cruel trick, bringing the two of them face to face deep in the woods. In that instant, an electric spark, like fate itself, bound them together. By the time they realized what had transpired, it was already too late.

That night's events were known only to their two trusted maidservants. Every month when her cycle approached, she would become dizzy and disoriented. When she fell ill in early February, she unsuspectingly summoned the imperial physicians. The doctors soon detected a pregnancy, yet instead of panic, she felt overwhelming joy. She even found a way to convey the news to Wen Yinchang, who was then serving in the Imperial Guard.

Upon realizing the situation, the elderly nurse who had accompanied her into the palace decisively trapped the two doctors inside the inner chambers. When Wen Yinchang, disguised, entered the Kunning Palace, they somehow managed to secretly secure the cooperation of Doctor Fan while Doctor Liu, steadfast in his loyalty, remained silent. Seeing that Doctor Liu was unmoved, Wen Yinchang resolved to kill him. As Old Master Zhang narrated, Wen Yinchang lured Doctor Fan into a trap, forcing him to poison Doctor Liu.

Coincidentally, Princess Mingyue fell ill at that moment, allowing Doctor Liu to leave the Kunning Palace under the pretense of attending to her. Wen Yinchang seized the opportunity, using Prince Xi to ambush and kill Doctor Liu on the way. Tragically, the young princess became an innocent victim.

Initially, she lay in the inner chamber, unaware of these developments. It wasn't until the beginning of the afternoon that she learned of Princess Mingyue's death and the emperor's intention to execute Prince Xi. Upon realizing the situation, she rushed to Mingyue Palace, saving Prince Xi from the emperor's wrath.

The chaos in the palace after Princess Bright Moon's demise gave Wen Yinchang the opportunity to clean up the aftermath. From then on, he handled everything, and she no longer interfered.

The loss of innocent lives finally suppressed the emotions that had been surging within her. Henceforth, they stood on opposite sides of the palace wall, no longer inquiring about each other, with their only shared concern being their blood-related child.

"I'm sorry, I've burdened you."

Wen Yinchang gazed at the woman he had cherished in his heart for decades with the gentlest look he had ever bestowed.

The Empress shook her head, a content smile curving her lips. "I've spent my entire life trapped in a cage, never having my desires fulfilled. But today, I can finally be Su Zhirong once more. The vows I made years ago can finally be realized."

If we cannot share the same bed in life, let us rest together in death. To perish side by side would bring me peace.

Wen Yinchang, upon hearing this, gently caressed her still fair cheek with his calloused fingertips, a slow smile unfolding on his lips, reminiscent of years past.

Back then, he was in his early twenties, with an unfathomable depth of character. After the Lantern Festival incident, he kept a keen eye on every move within the imperial palace. Perhaps it was a mixture of unwillingness, resentment, and the desire for revenge over the theft of his wife that made him unusually eager and excited when he learned of Zhirou's pregnancy. He promptly infiltrated the palace and took swift action to put an end to the matter.

And from then on, the protection of his queen and their child became an inherent belief ingrained in his very being.

Amidst the cacophony of officials' jeers and reproaches, he stood unwavering, enfolding his Zining tenderly yet resolutely in his embrace.

Peering into each other's eyes, their intimacy was a scene of deep understanding, but to Pei Xun, it appeared bitterly ironic. With a fierce tug, he freed himself from the guard's grasp and stumbled to his feet, his gaze filled with disgust as he looked at them.

"Then you should have strangled me at birth!"

It would have been better than bringing him into the world only to make a mockery of his existence.

From the world's most cherished legitimate prince to a despised bastard overnight, all his pride and self-respect trampled underfoot.

The queen and her companion were taken aback by his words, and Wen Duke couldn't help but stretch out his hand, his voice laced with pain, "Xun'er..."

At the sound of this warm address, a wave of nausea rose within Pei Xun, and he took a sudden step back.

He gazed at Wen Duke, whose familiar face now seemed distant and even loathsome. This person was no longer the mentor he had admired and respected, but a complete... hypocrite. Yes, a hypocrite. Pei Xun could not find the words to express his disgust and sorrow... No one had asked for his consent before branding him a bastard.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" He laughed, his expression almost grotesque.

In that moment, all his beliefs shattered. Confused and numb, he turned around and slowly removed the crown from his head. Then, as if in a fit of rage, he began to strip off the royal garments of a legitimate prince. Left in nothing but a pristine white undergarment, he braved the biting cold wind, stepping down the towering white marble stairs that once symbolized the pinnacle of power he had tirelessly pursued, disappearing from sight, step by step, before the crowd.

It was unclear how much time had passed when a sudden cry echoed from ahead:

"The Twelfth Prince has fallen from the platform!"

Wen Yinchang's eyes widened in shock as he leaped to his feet, staggering forward. "Xun'er..."

Before he could finish calling out, an arrow shot from Xu Yunqi's hand, piercing his chest with deadly accuracy.

A mouthful of blood spewed from his lips, staining the steps of the Heavenly Praise Pavilion red and illuminating the gradually brightening eastern sky.

The Empress, without hesitation, pulled out her hairpin and threw herself into Wen Yinchang's arms, sacrificing her love. Pei Xun fell from the platform, unconscious, while his followers were seized on the spot and imprisoned in the imperial jail.

The long night finally passed, but the monarch above the grand hall was on his deathbed. He struggled to catch his breath, gasping violently as his coughs echoed through the hall. The officials watched him in silence, some of the elder ones even whimpering softly.

A dark red stain of blood seeped from the corner of the emperor's lips. Liu Xiwen knelt at his feet, wiping away the dirt while sorrowfully saying,

"Your Majesty, please take care of your health."

The emperor shook his head. His vision became blurred, as if countless flickering shadows danced before his eyes.

"Where is Prince Xi...?"

Liu Xiwen turned his head, hurriedly searching for Prince Xi in the crowd. "Your Highness Prince Xi, come forward quickly. The Emperor has something to say to you."

Upon hearing this, Prince Qin on the other side grew extremely anxious and hastily rose to his feet. "Father, I have something to tell you. Please listen to your son for a moment..."

Unfortunately, two Imperial Guards promptly approached and pressed him to the ground.

Under the gaze of thousands, Prince Xi slowly stood up straight. The officials also lifted their eyes, following his movement with their gazes. They had never felt that the Prince's figure was so majestic and broad, like an unyielding fortress, impervious to blades and spears, and indomitable.

Step by step, Prince Xi knelt before the emperor's feet. Looking at his ailing father, the corners of his eyes gradually reddened. "Father!" Tears welled up deeply, and he sobbed, biting his lips.

The emperor's expression was a mix of affection and guilt. He spoke softly, "Ji'er, Father owes you an apology..."

Perhaps unable to see him clearly, he leaned forward slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you resent Father?"

Prince Xi wept bitterly, hastily grabbing hold of the emperor's cold wrist and shaking his head fiercely.

"Father, your son has never held any resentment against you. I've always thought that your neglect of me was also a form of protection."

Hearing this, the emperor felt a great sense of relief, but even more guilt.

He let out a long sigh, his gaze gradually shifting to the bright palace lanterns hanging above. The light was too intense, making the emperor's eyes struggle to stay open.

"Ji'er, you have a kind heart and are steadfast. I entrust this kingdom to you... Minister Xun possesses the talent to be a prime minister, trust and rely on him. Choose capable officials for the rest of the positions. I believe you will do better than I have..."

This was probably the first time Prince Xi had heard such earnest advice from his father, and he treasured it dearly. He held the emperor's palm as if it were a precious artifact, weeping like a child.

"Father, please don't leave. Your son wishes to continue serving and honoring you for a few more years..."

The emperor, upon hearing this, suddenly chuckled, albeit weakly. With great effort, he raised his hand to pat Prince Xi's head. "You're already a grandfather, yet you still speak like a child."

It was clear that the emperor was experiencing a moment of genuine happiness.

But time was running short for him. He needed to arrange his affairs swiftly. With this thought, the emperor abruptly raised his voice,

"Minister Xun, draft an imperial edict naming the Fourth Prince, Duke Xi of Pei, as the Crown Prince. After my departure to the heavens, he shall succeed the throne."

Xun Yunhe swiftly penned the edict. The emperor then instructed further,

"Compose another edict, bestowing the Seventh Grandson, Pei Muheng, as the Imperial Grand Prince, to hold the esteemed position in the Eastern Palace."

Xun Yunhe's pen hesitated for a moment, casting a glance at Pei Muheng. He admired the emperor's foresight and strategic planning.

Each ruler has his own loyal subjects. With this round of succession struggle ending, a new battle for the throne would soon commence. Given Pei Muheng's capabilities, the position of the Crown Prince would inevitably fall into his grasp, inevitably leading to another storm of blood and intrigue.

The emperor, it seemed, had foreseen this outcome. Thus, by establishing Pei Muheng's position through his last will, he aimed to prevent future struggles, indirectly safeguarding Pei Mujing and Pei Muxiang, and resolving potential threats for Duke Xi. The court officials would have no grounds for criticism.

With this testament, Pei Muheng's status as the Crown Prince became unshakable.

Experience truly brings wisdom.

Not long after settling his affairs, the emperor closed his eyes. The wailing began with Duke Xi and spread like a tide throughout the palace, engulfing it in sorrow. Amidst the mourning, Liu Xiwen ordered the emperor's body to be moved for funeral preparations. Xun Yunhe, in turn, gently helped the weeping Duke Xi to his feet, speaking calmly,

"Your Majesty, please ascend the throne and take charge of the situation."

*

Three days later.

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight warmly touched the pavilions of Wenzhao Hall.

Elder Zhang's injuries were severe, so Pei Muhang arranged for the three generations to rest in the pavilion, which was where he usually carried out his duties. The place was fully equipped with beds, clothing, and utensils, ensuring their safety.

During these three days, Xu Yunqi and Xingye stayed by Elder Zhang's side. Relieved of his heavy burden, the elder slept deeply for two whole days, only waking up the previous night. Xu Yunqi periodically administered acupuncture and medicine to her grandfather. Meanwhile, Xingye, like old times, began chattering away, telling Elder Zhang about Xu Yunqi's experiences in the capital city.

It felt as if they had returned to those peaceful days of the past.

Most of the time, the elder remained silent, only occasionally asking a question. Knowing that Xu Yunqi had married the current crown prince, he inquired,

"Do you have any children yet?"

Xu Yunqi blushed. "Not yet."

The elder fell silent.

For the past three days, Pei Muheng had been swamped with work, returning home late each evening. Not daring to disturb his grandfather, he would quietly squeeze in for a couple of hours on Xu Yunqi's small bed before leaving again before dawn. The East Palace was still in disarray, so the couple had temporarily taken refuge here.

After their morning meal, the old man seemed much more energized and decided to take a stroll in the courtyard. As the three of them descended the stairs, a junior eunuch hurried over, bowing deeply to Xu Yunqi and the others.

"Your Highness, the Crown Princess, and Grandfather, His Majesty has summoned you to the Heavenly Mandate Hall."

The recent passing of the previous emperor had left the current monarch with a myriad of responsibilities. He first reorganized the cabinet, settled Prince Qin and Prince Chen, and focused on reinforcing the border defenses and the Twelve Guards. These past three days, he had barely slept for two hours each night.

Fortunately, Xun Yunhe and Pei Muheng were capable, lightening his burden. Finally, the emperor found some spare time and immediately instructed that they invite the elder, Master Zhang, who had played a crucial role in the recent events.

Master Zhang seemed to have been awaiting this moment. He straightened his clothes and said solemnly, "Let's go."

Upon reaching the door, they found two young eunuchs waiting with a small palanquin.

One of them explained, "His Majesty is concerned about Grandfather's well-being and fears that he might not be able to walk. He has ordered us to carry him to the audience."

Xu Yunqi looked at her grandfather, but Master Zhang frowned and quickly shook his head. "Absolutely not. His Majesty is magnanimous and loving, but as his subjects, we must not lose sight of our duties. We should walk there."

Thus, the trio made their unhurried way to the side hall of the Heavenly Mandate Hall. When they entered, they found both Xun Yunhe and Pei Muheng already present.

Amidst their serious discussion, the sound of a young eunuch's report from outside the hall caused all three to fall silent.

Pei Muheng stepped forward proactively to greet the elder gentleman into the palace hall.

Xun Yunhe first cast a gentle glance at his daughter, then his gaze settled on Elder Zhang, revealing a hint of complexity in his expression.

Despite the resentment he harbored, Xun Yunhe still rose to pay his respects as a junior to the elder gentleman.

The elder gentleman, observing his dashing son-in-law, was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Considering the emperor's presence, he ultimately said nothing, choosing instead to first pay his respects to the monarch.

The Emperor promptly waved his hand, "As one family, there's no need to be formal. Attendants, bring a seat for the elder and set up a charcoal brazier."

Xu Yunqi accompanied Zhang Hui to sit on the right lower seat, while Xun Yunhe sat opposite them. Yinxing stood behind Xu Yunqi.

As for Pei Muheng, he sat aside, engrossed in reviewing official documents.

The first edict issued by Prince Xi upon ascending the throne was to have the Crown Prince oversee the state affairs. In reality, Pei Muheng, as the Crown Prince, was even busier than the Emperor himself.

After sipping tea and exchanging a few pleasantries, the Emperor inquired about the elder's experiences over the years.

"Never would I have imagined that our fates were intertwined due to that case three decades ago. I once thought my suffering was immense, but compared to yours, it pales in significance. Whenever I recall your ordeals, my heart aches deeply," the Emperor expressed with genuine empathy.

Venerable Elder Zhang offered a weak smile, a hint of survival's relief shimmering in his eyes. "All of that is in the past now."

The Emperor then inquired about how he had fallen into Wen Yinchang's hands over the past three years. The Elder explained,

"Three years ago, I learned that Elder Madam was gravely ill. Believing enough time had passed for her to recover, I disguised myself and secretly entered the Liu mansion to see her. Unfortunately, Wen Yinchang is a sly fox; he still had his pawns in place at the Liu residence. My disguise was discovered, and they immediately captured me, bringing me to the capital."

"Luckily, amidst misfortune, I had concealed my true identity and appearance. They couldn't recognize me nor uncover who I truly was. Bound in their carriage, I managed to escape during a restroom break on our journey to the outskirts of the capital."

After leaving a signal in the outskirts of the capital, I fled eastward. At a crucial moment, I leaped into a river, erased any traces of my disguise amidst the chaos, and managed to shake them off. Eventually, I followed a boat to Tongzhou, blending in with a group of canal workers. Unfortunately, these men were all skilled, though they didn't recognize me, they remained relentlessly persistent.

"Afterwards, I found myself at the Tongzhou Granary. Eventually, I seized an opportunity and penned a letter seeking help to His Majesty at that time,"

Hearing this, Xu Yunqi inquired, surprised, "Isn't this letter intended for Third Master?"

The old master was also perplexed. "Xi Zhou is Prince Xi's fief. The people of Xi Zhou hold His Highness in high esteem. Hence, my letter was actually addressed to Prince Xi. Could it be that someone from the palace made a mistake and delivered it to Third Young Master at that time?"

"Something along those lines, then what happened?" Xu Yunqi inquired further.

The elder stated, "I was entangled in the river engineering projects and repeatedly failed to extricate myself. Then, the Tongzhou incident erupted, and I was thrown into prison. Instead of getting angry, I calmly accepted my fate and stayed put. Unfortunately, my pursuers were relentless. They seized an opportunity to take all suspicious individuals to Youzhou. Wen Yinchang's people identified me from the calluses on my fingertips. They faked my death to smuggle me out of Youzhou. During that time, I managed to escape multiple times, but alas, they eventually captured me and brought me back to the capital."

For three long years, we moved from place to place, living in constant fear and anxiety, enduring untold hardships, humiliation, and sorrow. Yet, when all these tales of strife reach the old master, they are condensed into a mere mundane phrase, "All that is in the past now."

The normally composed Xu Yunqi clung to his arm and sobbed for a long while.

The emperor sighed deeply.

Xun Yunhe replied tartly, "If you had told me earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much, nor would you have caused our father-daughter separation."

The elder statesman looked at him with a cold detachment and disdainfully said, "With your abilities back then, could you have competed against the Su and Wen families? The more people who know, the greater the danger. Besides, aren't you living quite comfortably? With a wife, children, and a warm hearth? Who you marry makes little difference— you already have both sons and daughters. What have you been deprived of?"

Xun Yunhe was instantly enraged. "Did you ever think about Yunqi? She didn't have to endure so much hardship with you!"

The elder turned his gaze affectionately towards his niece. "Yunqi, isn't it better for you to follow your maternal grandfather than your own father?"

Xu Yunqi wiped away her tears and nodded in agreement. "Yes, traveling with you across the land, experiencing its grandeur, and learning valuable skills—it's undoubtedly for the best."

Xun Yunhe was too angry to utter another word.

The emperor waited for the trio's playful banter to subside before clearing his throat and speaking with solemnity.

"Esteemed Elder, were it not for you on this occasion, it would have been impossible for Us to bring the truth to light and clear Our name. In Our heart, you stand as the foremost of Our meritorious officials. We intend to bestow upon you the title of Marquis and grant you an estate, where you may peacefully enjoy your retirement within the capital. What say you to this proposal?"

At this moment, Pei Muhang set down his pen, looking over with a gentle smile.

"Imperial Father, bestow the Xihua Palace upon Grandfather, as it is conveniently close to Father-in-law's residence, ensuring his well-being can be looked after."

Xun Yunhe, despite the evident displeasure on his face, did not refute the statement, clearly implying his silent consent.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the old man suddenly pushed away his granddaughter's arm, slowly rising to his feet before taking a step back. With both knees on the ground, he performed a deep bow.

Seeing this, the emperor quickly waved his hand, "Oh, why so formal, old man? As I've said, we're all one family..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Elder Zhang lifted his gaze with an extraordinary sense of gravity, even tears shimmering in his eyes,

"Your Majesty, your kindness should have moved me to tears. But alas, I am of humble fortune and short lifespan, unworthy to receive such grace. If you truly remember my modest contributions, grant me this unreasonably bold request."

Everyone in the hall was slightly taken aback, and even Pei Muheng on the other side rose from his seat and approached the table.

A sense of foreboding crept into the emperor's heart.

"Speak your mind, there's no need to hold back."

The old man's voice trembled with emotion. "Your Majesty... I come from humble origins, without great abilities or ambitions. My life has been one of constant wandering, like a frightened bird. The only thing I've ever wished for is peace and safety."

His gaze shifted to Xu Yunqi. Looking at the graceful and bright young lady, her eyes as pure as morning dew, how could such an innocent girl survive in the treacherous palace, where the ground was littered with the bones of rivals?

Peng Muhang and Xu Yunqi had just recently married, their love still deeply entwined. But once he ascended the throne and more women entered the palace, endless jealousy and strife for the crown would eventually erode their affection. The palace would inevitably become Yunqi's grave.

The tragedy of the Liu family was a recent warning, the blood on the steps of the Heavenly Mandate Hall still fresh. He could not allow Xu Yunqi to suffer the same fate.

The old man turned back to the emperor, his words choked with tears. "Yunqi comes from a family of healers, she has been exposed to the public eye and lacks both virtue and talent. She is unworthy of being the Crown Princess. I humbly beg Your Majesty to grant Yunqi a divorce from the Crown Prince!"

Silence fell upon the hall, as heavy as death.